A shiver went up Nidia's spine. She grabbed his coat and pleaded, "Jackson, you're drunk. Let's go to sleep first, okay? We can talk about this in the morning once we're well-rested."
"No."
He clung to her like glue and didn't stop kissing her. He kept mumbling, "No, it's not okay. We can't be apart."
Nidia didn't know what to do.
Physically, she wasn't strong enough to carry Jackson to the bed so that he could sleep.
Right at this moment, their neighbors started making a loud noise in the next room too.
It was most likely that they were drunk again, just like the night before.
Time slowly ticked by.
"Jackson..." Nidia was sitting on a feminine-looking, light-colored couch. She had specifically chosen this room designed for ladies at the reception.
